Amun
You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises
Nodding at the other man's response, the advisor's smile turned into a full on grin. "Touché. I suppose you've got me there." He winked, then let his gaze travel over Sam's body, as it had been wont to do of late.
As the redhead dashed off to find a suitable stand for the canvas, Amun wandered around the room, snagging a glass on the way. The fingers of his free hand trailed over the books stacked and shelved all around, and he took in the controlled chaos representing someone's life. As the bookmaker returned, the potter took the easel.
"Works for me. While I do that, you make yourself comfortable." He turned his back on the other man, giving the redhead the semblance of privacy as the advisor set up the stand, moving it this way and that until it was just right and he could drape the canvas on it.
For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
